A Day at the Museum

11 June 2009
12.45 pm
I have never been to a museum alone. I should do it more often.
Ah! The things I am learning about myself with each idle day that passes…
I write this as I rest my tired feet and aching legs in a spartan cafeteria with modern art mumbo jumbo scrawled across it’s walls. Cheese [...]

The Strange Words in my Mind

10th June 2009
12.25 am Bahrain Time
It bothers me at times, how the strangest things have a way finding me in my corner of the planet. There I go lost in the maze I call my mind, not a care in the world and half the time unaware of what’s happening around me (yes, no accidents [...]

The One Ring.

10th June ‘09
11.48 pm Bahrain Time
Something unexpected happened today.
I found the One Ring.
In a little nondescript jewellery shop, tucked away untidily between a big jewellery shop and a bigger jewellery showroom. The shop was so tiny that I have already forgotten its name.
All I can remember is the little band of yellow gold with a [...]

The Perfect Ring. Again.

Yes, there was a post out here yesterday.
For reason’s beyond your’s or mine ken, this particular plan has been exterminated. So shoo on, the show is over for now.

Of Charming Teachers and Charming them…

6th June 2009
1.36pm (Bahrian time)
It’s an empty house I have come home to today. The sunlight is swishing in through the French windows this afternoon, unlike it’s angry barge a few days back.
For some reason, I am experiencing more fascinating things in the morning than in the evening out here in Bahrain.
This can be rather [...]

Charming Encounters of the Arabic Kind

4th June 2009
1.55pm
Naseer was the first Bahraini to speak with me.
On the street, with half dozen eggs in his hand and a sweet smile on his face (that reminded me of my little cousin Aaron).
As I stepped out of an optical store, a bit dejected at my seventh failed attempt at finding the right glasses [...]

Nana, Goodbye.

3rd June 2009
4.30 pm
I have quite forgotten the feeling of holding a pen and actually using it to pen down the thoughts I think onto a lined page.
My diary, if it had a life, would be quite chuffed with all the attention I am lavishing on it.
While I wish I were sitting in a ramshackle [...]

Phyre takes Flight

June 2, 2009.
3:40pm IST.
As I pen this down, I am hurtling through a blue sky in a absolutely magical ride at around 940kms/hour. All I can see around me is a white haze. All I can see below me are fluffy white clouds. Clouds one could very well imagine to be goose down, whipped cream, [...]